Bait and Switch Conclusion and Farewell

Hey Spanko Friends!

Well, the time has arrived. This is my last post. I want to thank all my longtime regulars like Paul and PK, and my new friends, Antoinette, Kitty, Mathbard and Baby Girl, for commenting regularly on this blog and making me feel so good about my work. I also want to thank all my lurkers for coming by every week to read my posts. You guys are the best!

I also want to thank all the people who helped me start the blog, Bonnie at My Bottom Smarts and Dave at Cherry Red Report. Plus of course, PK, at New Beginnings and Reesa from Discipline and Desire. I couldn't have done it without you all.

While I will still appear occasionally on the website Discipline and Desire, and will pop up now and again on PK’s blog, New Beginnings, I am leaving the blogosphere. Well, Michelle is leaving the blogosphere. Under my real name, I’ll still maintain my monthly vanilla blog and will be focusing more energy on that and my vanilla career. I wish I had the time of three people so I could do all of it, but I can’t. However, I still have six more books of Michelle’s stories that will be released over the next two years, so keep on the look out on Michelle Carlyle's Website (which I will still maintain), Amazon and Discipline and Desire for new books.

Again, my heartfelt thanks to all my readers. I love you guys and will miss you.

So here is my final post, the conclusion to Bait and Switch, to be found eventually in the Princess First Spanking Stories. Or some title that actually sounds more coherent than that.

I’ll leave this blog up for the next month and will be taking it down somewhere around the beginning of November.

Hugs and love to you all!

Michelle


While Tiffany frantically tried to get hold of the phone, Dave turned it off. With a glare down at her, he threw her iPhone to the ground and stomped on it. Smashing it into a million pieces.

Everything stopped. All sound stopped. Cars drove by, but she couldn’t hear them. She stared at her phone on the ground, shocked to the core of her soul.

Her fury ignited like a fuse on a keg of TNT. Tears stung her eyes and she screamed, “You broke my iPhone, you bastard!”

She took a swing at him, he caught her arm and twisted it behind her back and marched her to the car.

She couldn’t get her head around Dave’s actions. “Ow! You let me go, you big stupid bully! How dare you push me around!”

Dave opened the back door, shoved her inside, climbed in beside her and slammed the door.

She lunged for the opposite door, but he grabbed her around the waist, picked her up and pulled her across his lap. Pinning her with one arm, he tugged at her shorts.

She couldn’t figure out what he was up to. But she was so mad, she didn’t care. She was going to annihilate him! “What the hell do you think you’re doing? You let me up!”

Another yank on the back of her pants and they—along with her undies—were at her knees. The air conditioning blasted her bare buns. Her mouth open, her mind a near blank, she had no idea what Dave was doing. He wanted sex? In the middle of an argument? Wouldn’t be the first—

Excruciating pain lit up her ass. She gasped. This wasn’t…Dave wasn’t spanking her, was he? Harrowing swats with his powerful hand scorched her butt, setting all her nerve endings on fire. She jerked from the impact. Grabbing the seat, she pulled as hard as she could.

“Oh, no, you don’t!” he seethed as he hauled her back. Grabbing her arm, he pinned it behind her.

She tried to get away, but couldn’t. Dave had an inexorable hold on her. “Ow! You stop! I order you to stop!”

“You (swat) are (swat) in (swat) no (swat) position (swat) to (swat) order me to do anything!” He delivered a blistering series of strikes to both buns at once.

Tears poured down her cheeks and she began sobbing. “You can’t do this!”

“Funny, seems like I am doing this! And believe me, this has been a long time coming!” He fired into her sit spots with amazing force.

The agony radiated down her legs and up her back. Who knew a spanking could hurt this much? This was insane! She kicked her legs. “Dave! Stop!”

“No,” he said, punctuating his answer with a super hard swat. “I know that’s not a word you hear very often, but get used to it, you’re going to be hearing it a lot.” He spanked the top of her ass and then each cheek in turn.

She squealed. “I’m leaving you!”

He spanked her even harder. “The hell you are! You married me, woman! And you’re going to start acting like a wife, not a spoiled child!” He powered into her left cheek.

“Stop! That hurts!” she wailed.

“It’s supposed to! That’s why they call it a punishment! And if I have to spank you from here to Oregon and back again to make you grow up and act like a woman, that’s what I’ll do!” He concentrated a horrible series on her right bun.

Her body wracked with sobs. “You’re so mean! You want all those other women and I’m not going to stand for it!”

“I don’t want any woman but you!” He spanked her so hard, she thought she’d lose her mind.

She panted to control the pain. “You were flirting with that blonde bitch at Granzella’s! You whispered in her ear!”

He launched a full-on attack on her poor buns.

“Yeee-ow!”

“That’s because I was buying you something and I didn’t want to announce it to the store in case you overheard me!”

“She wanted you!”

“She’s a newlywed and showed me her ring! Her husband was right there, he runs the deli, you idiot!” He laid into her buns with furious spanks.

Was that true? But Dave wanted to cheat on her! He flirted with all the women!

She saw the clerk’s face in her mind. Maybe that had been excitement. Maybe she hadn’t been flirting.

Come to think of it, the clerk at the hotel had been gushing about her children. And that waitress’s bust line had been akin to the Grand Tetons.

Dave smacked her butt soundly. All she could do was cry. Not only was she crying because her ass hurt, but because it was possible she’d accused Dave wrongly. Really hard to accept, but a possible truth.

In fact, it was beyond possible, it was becoming clear that she’d blown it. That she’d picked a fight with her new husband. That she’d acted like a spoiled child. And taken off in 95 degree heat without a solid plan.

Running back to Daddy wasn’t exactly mature behavior, either. Daddy had always said she was young for her age. And now at twenty-seven, she couldn’t help but see that calling Dad for help was pretty lame.

She’d made a commitment to Dave. She’d made a choice to get married. She’d promised to love, honor and cherish him. Accusing him of cheating on her with little evidence wasn’t exactly in the “honoring him” category.

Shit. She deserved this spanking. How humiliating. Her face burned with embarrassment.

Dave stopped and pulled her pants over her flaming buns. Picking her up, he sat her next to him on the seat.

She sobbed uncontrollably. He handed her a box of tissues and put his arm around her. She blew her nose.

He gave her a little squeeze. “You know why I spanked you?”

She couldn’t look at him. She gave a miserable nod.

“Why? I want to hear you say it.”

“B-b-because I…”

“Yes?”

“Because I was horrible!” She dissolved back into tears. “I’m sorry! I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I…thought you were…looking at those other girls and…I don’t know. I just throw tantrums, okay? Or I have. I’m not used to being called on them. People just do what I want. Even if I don’t know what I want. Shit. I am spoiled. This sucks.”

Dave chuckled and pulled her closer. “Your father’s to blame for that.”

“No. I’m twenty-seven. I’m to blame.”

He kissed her on the temple, sending goose bumps up her spine. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that.”

She turned to him and buried her face in his broad chest. God, she loved his scent and the feel of his strong arms around her. “Once I get angry, I can’t stop. It’s like I have no self-control. Some part of me knew you weren’t flirting, but…I get an idea in my head and I can’t get rid of it.”

“You’re learning how to recognize the behavior. Then you can stop.”

“I don’t want to leave you.”

He laughed. “And I don’t want you to leave me. Not that I’d let you. Not in a huge snit like this. You really can work yourself up. Your father said you were a handful, but that he didn’t have the balls to stand up to you. He knew I did.”

“Have you spanked other girls?”

“Yes. But none more deserving than you.”

“I’m sorry, Dave. I don’t want to push you away. I…I’m an idiot.”

“No, you’re smart. And your act worked for many years. But no more.”

She gazed up into his gorgeous dark brown eyes and her heart cracked all the way open. Hot energy filled her center. A lightning strike of lust went straight to her sex. She wanted him. Badly. More than she ever had.

Finally, a man worth loving. She grabbed his face and mashed one on him.

He groaned deep in his throat, brought her closer and commanded her mouth. She played with his tongue, dueling and spinning with her own, but he won the battle. She grabbed his hand and shoved it between her legs.

Moaning, he eagerly obliged her, quickly moving past her shorts to tease her tender folds. He rammed his tongue deep into her mouth and pressed her back against the seat. She pulled him on top and went for his zipper.

He pushed away from her with a tortured gasp. He gave a quick check of the area, then laughed. “If we don’t stop right now, I won’t be able to and the cops around here don’t appreciate people making love in public in broad daylight.”

She sent him a saucy grin. “Isn’t there a motel nearby?”

He got a wicked glint in his eye. “Right across the road as a matter of fact. But I thought you wanted to get to the Lake.”

She grabbed him and kissed him hard.

He pushed away. “I guess we’re going to be late.”

©2011, Michelle Carlyle